Bad decisions

#Axel's perspective#

My mother asked me once, when I was eight, what would I like to be when I grow up. She was only half paying attention to me as she watched a show on tv while my father was away on a diplomatic trip.

"The Alpha..." I answered, quite confused. Was she asking it as a trap, to see if I had devotion to my purpose? Or was it that she didn't even realize what she asked? After all, I was the only child of the Alpha and I knew for sure she refused to produce another, so what choice did I have?

My mother turned to me with a sad smile and for the first time that day or maybe even that week, she looked at me like she was actually seeing me.

"You really are you father's son, aren't you?"

I thought about that simple conversation a lot over the years. At first, because it confused me and then, after she died, just to spite her trying to become exactly like my father wanted me to be. I knew she would have hated that just like she hated him. But after I met Rose... I started looki